[ dextera is surprised and flattered that guren would offer him a sign in return—and he smiles, but there’s oddly something just a little competitive to it. he’s not going to deck guren in the face or anything, because he doesn’t want to, but he catches guren’s hand at the end of that sign and forces him to hold his palm there.
listen... let him do this. ]
OK.
[ once he’s sure that guren is on the uptake after all, dextera pulls back and throws his weight into a punch against guren’s hand. he’s got a surprising amount of strength behind it, for a guy who looks like he could be blown over by a strong breeze. ]
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[ dextera is surprised and flattered that guren would offer him a sign in return—and he smiles, but there’s oddly something just a little competitive to it. he’s not going to deck guren in the face or anything, because he doesn’t want to, but he catches guren’s hand at the end of that sign and forces him to hold his palm there.
listen... let him do this. ]
OK.
[ once he’s sure that guren is on the uptake after all, dextera pulls back and throws his weight into a punch against guren’s hand. he’s got a surprising amount of strength behind it, for a guy who looks like he could be blown over by a strong breeze. ]